Rewritten and edited by B.S. Wiratama
While you reach your magic box;
You ask me though...but not in the eye
You just simply sit there
Saying things to yourself that I couldn't understand
While I walk through to yourself...
You glance me a while
But I just know you ”ain't here;
You just talk to them like them are real in your magic box
Don't you know I'm here just sit next to you
Collecting any memories that's fell apart
Or..maybe when “I can not sit here anymore
That's when you realized”
I'm more than just a Real
That I'm just an old man....waiting...
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